So there I was, sinking down in a hot bath after having run over 45 miles for the week, and my partner sticks his head in the door. “You have to see this,” he says. And I’m like: Whatever. I’m old. I’m resting my legs. Leave me alone. “No, really. There’s a moose outside the… Read More Guess who came to visit?
I’ve discovered something that I’m really, really good at: Avoiding my writing. I can find almost anything to do other than write. Laundry! Dishes! Grocery shopping! Cleaning out the cat’s litter box! Lately I’ve been cooking. Granted, I’m not a very precise cook. It’s impossible for me to follow a recipe, my adolescent self kicks… Read More Wasting time instead of writing
Oh dear, remember that song by the Spice Girls, “So tell me what you want, what you really, really want.” (Now I’m going to be singing that all night, sigh, sigh.) Probably, you think you do know what you want. I did, and it turns out that I was wrong, and on so many counts. I… Read More Tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I left Tucson last week, on a morning where the temps reached 80 degrees before noon. We took a fast run around the university and then my partner and I headed for the airport. He took a flight back home to Anchorage and I headed to Philly to visit with my sister and mother for… Read More Not writing in Philly (but obsessing nevertheless)